– 95 – poetry Monday

When you were small, your cupped palmseach held a candleworth under the skin, enough light to begin,and as you grew,light gathered in you, two clear raindropsin your eyes,warm pearls, shy,in the lobes of your ears, even alwaysthe light of a smile after your tears.Your kissed feet glowed in my one hand,or I’d enter a room to see the corner you played inlit like a stage set,the crown of your bowed head spotlit.When language came, it glittered like a river,silver, clever with fish,and you sleptwith the whole moon held in your arms for a night lightwhere I knelt watching.Light gatherer. You fell from a starinto my lap, the soft lamp at the bedsidemirrored in you,and now you shine like a snowgirl,a buttercup under a chin, the wide blue yonderyou squeal at and fly in,like a jewelled cave,turquoise and diamond and gold, opening outat the end of a tunnnel of years.